It was Iron-Bar Steve; grinning his hateful smirk which I had hoped never to see again."Hello Mike; or should I say Michele?" he sneered.I turned arou...d shocked. Steve was ten years older but just as menacing. He was tall and rangy and his grey hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He wore prison issue jeans but he was also wearing none-issue polished black 'biker boots' and an Hawaiian shirt, open to the throat where a gold chain and locket was visible."What the fuck ... who ... what the fuck. "Shall we practice first?" she asks me as she bends over offering me anything I want. I guess this was real love or at least lust, because there wasn't a camera going. But I was too conscientious. I insist someone get it on film and asked her to repeat that line. I'm sure it felt just as good with two cameras going and gave us some good footage. "Don't mind if I do!" I replied. The lines don't have to be good, just the female fannies. And boy is Laura's fanny good! She was bent over a. His chest had just the right amount of hair, his pubes were thick and bushy just as I liked it. His cock was thicker and at least two inches bigger than mine. I would have liked a foreskin to play with but hey I was never going to throw this god out of my bed. I went at his manhood like a man possessed. Like a man who had been starved for days. I took all of his tasty cock deep into my throat. Jason began face-fucking my mouth moaning every time his end touched my wet lips. I wanked my cock as. My bhabi is fair and 5’6 in height posses vital stats of 34 32 32 she has right flesh at the places her belly is the other wonder of the world which I started admiring ever since she had married my brother.She has got best boobs I have ever seen cup shaped,tight they are the best juggs.My brother works in pune and visits us once in a month.Then it was bhabi’s friends wedding and my parents sent me with her we were always close with eachother then the wedding was done and we were returning home.